america

political backlash. back scratch cat nap. escape from death in a car crash. burn. turn around a corner, mourners gather around a box, this guys socks don't fit. take a shit. explode. reload and then unload on a chinese buffet. your mom is gay. met her online yesterday. but its ok. you're alive so am i. soon you will fly, high, ride a bike, kiss a dyke, take a nap, wakeup and take a crap. build a bomb. hold out your palm, receive this gift. this shit is perfection in a box. it's not a clock but it tick tocks. it's freedom.

people in this world:
1. those who are oblivious to how bad they have it and
2. those who are oblivious to how good they have it.

broken view escaping your notion
i am through deciding to fall
so are you contempt with emotion
love is due and justice for all
insecure you are reckless
i have heard you're better these days
wanting more your beauty is endless
im not sure in so many ways
we can play life if you want
but i need it to be believable

war = human vs human
personality vs personality
son vs son
great storyteller vs life of the party
never american vs enemy
never soldier vs insurgent
never christian vs islam
never us vs them
it will always be human vs human
no matter how hard anyone tries to tell you different

He'd rather sleep than think of the uncertainty coming his way
She'd rather drink than learn in school every single day
But what they both couldn't control affected them everyday
things moved along and time slipped away

Don't look to me for your potion because all my paths lead straight to the ocean and although last night was like poetry tonight you'll make your go at me and when you forget your fears and inhibitions, when all your dreams are good decisions, we can coexist in that special kind of way; speaking with our actions while forgetting what to say.

It'll never be true
but he'll keep on wishing
And when it's through
he'll continue living

His future laid down
escape passed by
forever tied to this town
to gaze at one sky

Under many stars
alone he sits and waits
passed by many cars
without years, without dates

Without days or nights
no warm, no cold
bereft sounds or sights
not young, not old

Not dead, nor live
instead, there he lie
to gaze at one sky
for the rest of his life

Resound zealous wavelengths of sound!
fill space with an array of color
deny any worldly tethers
become what you will
say what you say
you are sound
you are alive

she dances along to sound
her motions quick, rhythm steady
freedom is found breathing heavy

Between cobblestone walkways
through gardens agrow
there lived a bumblebee
whose mind was his own

Willingly he wished to alter his mind
while substances plentiful did grow
slowly he slipped from upbeat to unkind
rejecting the truth, his mind was slowed

Yet perhaps from above
came understanding and love
drifting down to the bumblebees mind

Long did he search
and finally did he find the key to solve
all of his fears

Because years and years
of wrong life did thrive
All without knowing
he threatened his mind

As it became clear
with purity he earned
sometimes freedom eludes even the clever,
he learned